The last few days have been flirting with the happy side of the freezing point. Spring can't come too soon in these parts. I was, however, speaking this morning with a local oldtimer who was saying that this winter really wasn't any worse than the ones we routinely had thirty years ago and you know what - he's right. When I was a kid I remember tobogganing down the snowdrift that formed annually over our drive shed. We haven't had too many "over the drive shed" winters in recent years. I guess we can put up with one every now and then.
The last few weeks have been busy ones for me. There's a project I kind of volunteered to chair for our local Heritage Committee. It's for a little park to commemorate an influential family in my town's history. As the park edges closer and closer to becoming reality I find myself becoming increasingly more involved. I'm not complaining - it's kind of cool to be a part of something that will last forever (the lot where the park is to be built has been vacant since the town survey of 1853-54 so once it's a park, it'll always be a park) but the project is devouring my time.
I have found time, however, to work on the rewrite of Patriot. As of about a half hour ago I have re-written three of the chapters to a point where I'm satisfied they work. When the novel is completely rewritten I'll be able to judge if I'm completely satisfied that they work.
I have also been out and about with the camera. Due to the shifting weather there has been a host of spectacular scenery to shoot. Maybe tomorrow I'll post some of the pictures.
Must go - my fourth chapter of Patriot is waiting...